Tuesday, August 15th, afternoon.

"Hunter, are you okay?" The white-haired girl was comforting the injured knight.

The young male lowered his head and bandaged the wound:

"Thank you for your concern, sir. I'm fine."

Hunter squinted his eyes. He couldn't remember exactly what happened. What remained in his mind were some vague fragments that he didn't want to recall.

Blood, death, and grief.

He was one of the few knights who survived that night, and all the knights who were on duty with him had the same memorylessness as him.

Or they just don't want to talk about the horrific things they've done.

He continued to wrap the bandage around again.

Enid reminded:

"If you tie it too much, it will affect the blood flow."

Hunter was startled and let go of his hand that was tightly holding the white bandage.

Enid sighed silently in her heart. It seemed that the death of his friends and former colleagues had too serious an impact on him, allowing an excellent heroic knight to make such a low-level mistake.

She had no intention of comforting him. No one could empathize with another person's pain, and even if she could really feel other people's feelings across language, it would not be of any use in alleviating the pain. This was one of her creeds.

He had to endure the pain himself, then chew it up and swallow it, remembering the sharp taste like a knife forever.

Enid said:

"I have investigated the backgrounds of all the victims before. You should be Tam's good friend."

Tam Hunter nodded instinctively when he heard the name.

Enid took out a form from her arms:

"Is Tam's mother bedridden?"

Hunter's eyes regained a little sparkle:

"Yes, it's a serious illness."

"It's extremely serious." He emphasized again.

Enid said:

"And as far as I know, none of his family members are able to work."

Hunter nodded repeatedly:

"That's right."

Enid said:

"Considering his situation, I applied for a more generous pension on his behalf."

Hunter's eyes lit up:

"How many."

"500 pounds. Most of the pensions for the comrades who died this time are also 200 pounds." Enid said.

Hunter asked:

"I also have post-war compensation, right? How much is it?"

Enid said:

"300 pounds."

Hunter was silent for a while.

If things go according to the past, Tam's family will only receive 100 pounds, but he will have 100 pounds.

Hunter reached into the table, fumbled for a while and took out a small metal box with rust on the surface. He first handed the box out, then took it back, opened the lid, and picked out some scattered banknotes and coins.

Pass it to Enid.

"There are 400 pounds in it. Please give it to Tam's family together with my compensation, but please don't tell them that I gave it to them."

Enid was stunned because Hunter had made the same decision as her.

In fact, Tam's pension is slightly higher than that of other knights, but it is only 300 pounds, and she pays the remaining 200 pounds herself.

She was not doing any good deeds, she was just doing all this to make up for the guilt of not being able to face that night with them. After all, as the daughter of the chief judge, in addition to giving some money to the knights who were from poor families, she

Nothing can be done outside.

Enid rejected Hunter's request:

"I came to you to ask you to bring this money to Tam's family. I also want to distribute pensions to other knights whose families are in need. And I will leave Firth this afternoon."

Enid glanced at the scattered money in the box:

"But I can help you change the money into whole notes. The pensions issued by the Knights generally have the lowest denomination in five-pound notes."

Hunter smiled awkwardly:

"Then I'll trouble Lady Enid."

After Enid turned around and left, his smile gradually disappeared from his face.

He was very scared.

He was afraid of meeting Tam's family, so he wanted others to bring the pension.

He clearly remembered holding the blade of the sword, and Tam's body slowly losing heat in front of him.

He remembered it extremely clearly, that scene was forever frozen in his retina and would accompany him throughout his life.

Hunter stood up with difficulty. No matter how scared he was, he had to bring the money to Tam's mother.

He drove his numb body to wander on the gray city streets, passing through countless walking corpses that were no different from him, and arrived in front of a small house.

He stood before this for a long, long time.

Da da.

Hunter finally knocked on the door.

After a burst of noise, someone opened the door.

Hiding behind the door was a girl with two dark circles on her face. She had brilliant blond hair, her eyes were red, and two dried tears made her look very bad.

"Maureen."

The girl looked at him coldly for a while and then opened the door.

He walked in, Tam's mother and his lover Serena.

"Mrs. Rosa, I'm sorry." Hunter lowered his head.

Mrs. Rosa is a woman in her fifties, but she looks to be in her sixties. Aging has seriously troubled this old woman, and her illness has forced her to lie in bed.

Serena was sitting next to Madame Rosa, holding the old woman's hand tightly and looking after the old man very carefully.

"It's Hunter, long time no see."

After saying this, the room fell into dead silence, as if no one knew what to do.

Hunter took out an envelope and put it on the bedside table:

"This is the pension given by the Knights."

The old woman looked at the bulging yellow envelope, took it over, opened it, and clicked:

"Too much."

Hunter turned his head.

Madame Rosa asked:

"How much did you stuff?"

Hunter lied about a number:

"two hundred."

The old woman shook her head and handed the envelope back to Hunter:

"It's definitely more than that. Please point it out and we can't take your money."

Hunter didn't reach out:

"If it were Tam, he would do the same thing."

Maureen said coldly:

"That's not all my brother has done."

Madame Rosa shouted:

"Maureen!"
To be continued...